Mairyu Nightshade
Nyx Saint Demon (Baka-chan)
Dark thunder clouds wreak havoc through the skies. Flashes of lightening jumped up and rain poured down like a fountain. The sounds of flapping beat against the harsh winds. Soft panting could be heard as a small figure tried her hardest to get above the clouds.
The petite figure whimpers against the pelting rain as she tries to keep it out of her face. She dodges the bolts of lightening with great speed but the white wings on her back were becoming heavily soaked by the rain.
The winged figure dodged the lightening with speed and grace but it was mostly out of fear. She gasps and yelped whenever it got to close to her or when it caught her off guard. She pants wildly, trying to make it through this hellish storm. She fell a few times into the clouds due from the rain. She was trying desperately to get above the storm clouds but it seems as though that wouldn't be happening.
A bolt of light struck the small creature. She let out a bloodcurdling scream of complete and utter agony. The bolt disappeared and she felt straight down. Her wings were gone as she fell to the earth, half conscious. She saw nothing but blurry darkness and felt nothing but the chilling cold. She fell straight into a large oak tree. She screamed and grunted in pain until she hit the earth. The creature struggled to a sitting position. Her clothes were burnt, torn and sopping wet. What was once a beautiful blue dress was now a torn, tatter burnt cloth attached to a bruised, damaged body.
The small creature whimpers in pain as the rain continued to pour down. The cold water did help the burns she received from the lightening that struck her like a battering ram. She knew that she couldn't stay out in the rain like this but she could barely stand. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she panted a little then tried to find the will to stand.
She glanced around to figure out where she was until she froze in place. Deep growling made her shiver in terror. She turned around slowly to see a small band of wolves. Soaking wet dark coats, white-yellowish canines, bright piercing eyes that seem to paralyze the young creature as they stared at her with saliva-dripping muzzles. She stared at them with hopeless fear in her eyes. They began to close in on her, all three. The creature finally found the strength to move.
She was breathing rapidly as she ran through the thick forest. She couldn't fly because he wings were so damaged. Her clothes got snagged on branches and her skin got scratched by thorns. She needed to get out of there. She pushed herself to release her wings; she needed to fly. The creature finally gathered the strength to release her wings and take flight. Her ankle just barely missed the jaws of the vicious animal.
The small creature bat her wings as hard as she could, trying to make her way over the thick, dense forest. Rain continued to pour down as she finally saw streetlight. Her wings gave way and she landed in the soft dirt. The small creature laid there for a moment as her wings retracted into her back. She was exhausted and still suffering for the lightening bolt and being chased by wolves. She didn't know if she had the strength to go on. "B-Bisogno...c-casa..." She mumbles with a thick Italian tongue in the wet earth. "R-Riposo..." She desperately wanted to rest and she knew out here wasn't the best choice.
The small female gathered the rest of what little strength existed in her mere body to get up and wandered down the street. She knocked on door after door but all were the same; no answer. She whimpers hopelessly and strangled up to a large house. It gave off a dark aura but she didn't seem to notice. She banged on the door repeated and as much as she could but no one came. She dropped down to the step and looked up at the dark clouds. She was cold, wet, battered and bruised. The small creature leaned against the door and shut her eyes for a moment. It will only take a minute to replenish herself to even stand. She had no idea she had just delivered herself into the very hands of a powerful demon she had not yet come to meet.
This is just a mere starter. I haven't Rped like this is a few years so I'm a bit rusty. But the male demon has to be cunning, mischievous, and willing to take advantage whenever he sees the chance. This doesn't really have to sexual, it really doesn't. I've done it before and went really long without a sexaul scene in it. But, umm, I just need a male who can meet the minimum and to message me if he's interested or not.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/black_rain_angel_by_masterbimo.jpg.2e8717dadb505e7e067a712b5d9460dc.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="45592" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/black_rain_angel_by_masterbimo.jpg.2e8717dadb505e7e067a712b5d9460dc.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
The petite figure whimpers against the pelting rain as she tries to keep it out of her face. She dodges the bolts of lightening with great speed but the white wings on her back were becoming heavily soaked by the rain.
The winged figure dodged the lightening with speed and grace but it was mostly out of fear. She gasps and yelped whenever it got to close to her or when it caught her off guard. She pants wildly, trying to make it through this hellish storm. She fell a few times into the clouds due from the rain. She was trying desperately to get above the storm clouds but it seems as though that wouldn't be happening.
A bolt of light struck the small creature. She let out a bloodcurdling scream of complete and utter agony. The bolt disappeared and she felt straight down. Her wings were gone as she fell to the earth, half conscious. She saw nothing but blurry darkness and felt nothing but the chilling cold. She fell straight into a large oak tree. She screamed and grunted in pain until she hit the earth. The creature struggled to a sitting position. Her clothes were burnt, torn and sopping wet. What was once a beautiful blue dress was now a torn, tatter burnt cloth attached to a bruised, damaged body.
The small creature whimpers in pain as the rain continued to pour down. The cold water did help the burns she received from the lightening that struck her like a battering ram. She knew that she couldn't stay out in the rain like this but she could barely stand. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she panted a little then tried to find the will to stand.
She glanced around to figure out where she was until she froze in place. Deep growling made her shiver in terror. She turned around slowly to see a small band of wolves. Soaking wet dark coats, white-yellowish canines, bright piercing eyes that seem to paralyze the young creature as they stared at her with saliva-dripping muzzles. She stared at them with hopeless fear in her eyes. They began to close in on her, all three. The creature finally found the strength to move.
She was breathing rapidly as she ran through the thick forest. She couldn't fly because he wings were so damaged. Her clothes got snagged on branches and her skin got scratched by thorns. She needed to get out of there. She pushed herself to release her wings; she needed to fly. The creature finally gathered the strength to release her wings and take flight. Her ankle just barely missed the jaws of the vicious animal.
The small creature bat her wings as hard as she could, trying to make her way over the thick, dense forest. Rain continued to pour down as she finally saw streetlight. Her wings gave way and she landed in the soft dirt. The small creature laid there for a moment as her wings retracted into her back. She was exhausted and still suffering for the lightening bolt and being chased by wolves. She didn't know if she had the strength to go on. "B-Bisogno...c-casa..." She mumbles with a thick Italian tongue in the wet earth. "R-Riposo..." She desperately wanted to rest and she knew out here wasn't the best choice.
The small female gathered the rest of what little strength existed in her mere body to get up and wandered down the street. She knocked on door after door but all were the same; no answer. She whimpers hopelessly and strangled up to a large house. It gave off a dark aura but she didn't seem to notice. She banged on the door repeated and as much as she could but no one came. She dropped down to the step and looked up at the dark clouds. She was cold, wet, battered and bruised. The small creature leaned against the door and shut her eyes for a moment. It will only take a minute to replenish herself to even stand. She had no idea she had just delivered herself into the very hands of a powerful demon she had not yet come to meet.
This is just a mere starter. I haven't Rped like this is a few years so I'm a bit rusty. But the male demon has to be cunning, mischievous, and willing to take advantage whenever he sees the chance. This doesn't really have to sexual, it really doesn't. I've done it before and went really long without a sexaul scene in it. But, umm, I just need a male who can meet the minimum and to message me if he's interested or not.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/black_rain_angel_by_masterbimo.jpg.2e8717dadb505e7e067a712b5d9460dc.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="45592" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/black_rain_angel_by_masterbimo.jpg.2e8717dadb505e7e067a712b5d9460dc.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
